A creation story

This week, my school (the school I teach at, not the school I attend...I know, it can get confusing) held an assembly in honor of Black History Month. They had a bunch of rather neat performances ranging from 11-year-old soul singers to hip-hop dancing, but my favorite was a reading of "The Creation" by James Weldon Johnson. 

I love hearing how differences in culture manifest themselves as variations in creation stories, especially because probably every culture has a story to explain the beginning of the world. It always feels like a beautiful and unique insight to the beliefs and values and language of a people.

Here's the text of the sermon/poem we listened to the other day:

AND God stepped out on space, And He looked around and said, “I’m lonely— I’ll make me a world.”   And far as the eye of God could see         5 Darkness covered everything, Blacker than a hundred midnights Down in a cypress swamp.   Then God smiled, And the light broke,         10 And the darkness rolled up on one side, And the light stood shining on the other, And God said, “That’s good!”   Then God reached out and took the light in His hands, And God rolled the light around in His hands         15 Until He made the sun; And He set that sun a-blazing in the heavens. And the light that was left from making the sun God gathered it up in a shining ball And flung it against the darkness,         20 Spangling the night with the moon and stars. Then down between The darkness and the light He hurled the world; And God said, “That’s good!”         25   Then God himself stepped down— And the sun was on His right hand, And the moon was on His left; The stars were clustered about His head, And the earth was under His feet.         30 And God walked, and where He trod His footsteps hollowed the valleys out And bulged the mountains up.   Then He stopped and looked and saw That the earth was hot and barren.         35 So God stepped over to the edge of the world And He spat out the seven seas; He batted His eyes, and the lightnings flashed; He clapped His hands, and the thunders rolled; And the waters above the earth came down,         40 The cooling waters came down.   Then the green grass sprouted, And the little red flowers blossomed, The pine tree pointed his finger to the sky, And the oak spread out his arms,         45 The lakes cuddled down in the hollows of the ground, And the rivers ran down to the sea; And God smiled again, And the rainbow appeared, And curled itself around His shoulder.         50   Then God raised His arm and He waved His hand Over the sea and over the land, And He said, “Bring forth! Bring forth!” And quicker than God could drop His hand. Fishes and fowls         55 And beasts and birds Swam the rivers and the seas, Roamed the forests and the woods, And split the air with their wings. And God said, “That’s good!”         60   Then God walked around, And God looked around On all that He had made. He looked at His sun, And He looked at His moon,         65 And He looked at His little stars; He looked on His world With all its living things, And God said, “I’m lonely still.”   Then God sat down         70 On the side of a hill where He could think; By a deep, wide river He sat down; With His head in His hands, God thought and thought, Till He thought, “I’ll make me a man!”         75   Up from the bed of the river God scooped the clay; And by the bank of the river He kneeled Him down; And there the great God Almighty         80 Who lit the sun and fixed it in the sky, Who flung the stars to the most far corner of the night, Who rounded the earth in the middle of His hand; This Great God, Like a mammy bending over her baby,         85 Kneeled down in the dust Toiling over a lump of clay Till He shaped it in His own image;   Then into it He blew the breath of life, And man became a living soul.         90 Amen. Amen.